She is very fond and
proud of her young husband," and with a motherly kiss and smile she left
him.
Edward paced the floor for several minutes with thoughtful air, then went
up-stairs to Zoe's boudoir.
She was not there or in the dressing-room. He took up a lamp and went on
into the adjoining bedroom. Shading the light with his hand, he drew near
the bed with noiseless step.
She lay there sleeping, tears on her eyelashes and her pillow wet with
them. His heart smote him at the sight. She looked such a mere child and
so sweet and innocent that he could hardly refrain from imprinting a kiss
upon the round rosy cheek and the full red lips.
And he longed for a reconciliation, but it seemed cruel to wake her, so it
should be the first thing in the morning, he said to himself.
He set the lamp down in a distant part of the room, and prepared for rest.
* * * * *
Max had spent the evening over his books and diary. His entry in that was
a brief statement of his delinquency, its punishment, and his resolve to
be more obedient in future.
He had just wiped his pen and put it away, when Grandma Elsie came for a
little motherly talk with him, as she often did at bedtime.
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